Praise the weaver and the sewer and the needle and thread the shuttle and the loom. Praise the cloth in which we are wrapped alive and dead in all our comings and goings in our beginnings and endings. We are held by tenuous threads spun into one whole cloth that is never torn.
What a beautiful way to end this September. I will be back in October with photos of finished projects and reports of new ones. It has been cloudy and not much rain. But much cooler. How weird that it is almost October!